The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 04:12:35 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale lavender, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of my throat. I stood by the window, my hand resting on the cold glass, watching the fog roll off the lake into the town of Oakhaven. It was a beautiful night, or so the guests claimed. Inside, the chandeliers dripped light onto the white tablecloths, and the laughter of the town’s elite...

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